Suggestions Dropped Like Grenades To Fall On

The Boogieman wears my droopy pants.

The Boogieman wears my shoes.

The Boogieman, he limits me.

Tells me what to choose.

Fear this, fear that.

My Boogieman knows just where it’s at.

Barry Williams

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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